The sun is abundant in the middle of summer, especially near noon, when the sun is in a trance, but in this not wide street, no one is aware of this, sweat is on their foreheads, and they only feel a chill on their bodies.

At this time, Duan Qing was sitting on the ground, his left hand was supported behind him, his right arm was twisted horizontally on his leg, and the color was a little black, it was not necrosis, but an injury caused by pure strength, which had made the blood not flow out again.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his nostrils began to bleed, but he didn't care, he sat cross-legged, grabbed his right arm with his left hand, and made a tentative connection, and from time to time made the sound of bones colliding and rubbing, which made people sound so painful, but after a few strokes, he took off a few strips of cloth from his clothes, and he didn't need to tear them at all, so he wrapped them around his right elbow joint, and fixed them, everything was not in a hurry, as if he was doing something that could not be easier.

Lin Ranjie's side, sat up, and then stood up, the blood on his nose had dried up, and with the movement of his lips, it became one by one, and there was a footprint on his chest, which was extremely clear, and other than that, he didn't have any injuries, he won.

Victorious.

But there was no cheering.

There is an eerie silence on the scene.

"You won, I'll lose, I'll come back to you when I break through two more levels. Duan Qing got up, touched the storage bag, there was no stretcher or anything like that, and in the end he could only take out a few pieces of clothes, tie them together haphazardly, and turn them into a big sheet-like thing, his right arm hung to the side, and he used his left hand to lift the intestines, flies, and Lan Hongyuan, put them one by one, touched the knife in Lan Hongyuan's heart, and did not pull it out, at this time, pulling out the knife would only kill him, and then tied the big sheet in a knot, hung it on his left shoulder, and walked back step by step.

No one stopped, no one said anything.

"Brother Lin..."Xiaoyao Xiaopei roared eagerly.

"Smack!" What responded to Xiaopei was a crisp slap, Lin Ranjie didn't speak again, turned around and stepped on the horse, kicked the horse and left.

As the deputy hall master of a hall, Lin Ranjie has had many enemies, there are unscrupulous casual cultivators, there are families who try to steal resources, and there are other halls that want to swallow resources, and there are no less than a hundred people who fight with him, but the last thing he wants to face is people like Duan Qing.

They may not be strong enough, but they can be their brothers, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of pain, and even not dying.

On the other hand, in the family sect, which time did not have an insider, a transaction, and a benefit?

Lin Ranjie won't kill Duan Qing now, even if he doesn't have the relationship with Ding Wenwen, he won't do it now, a big battle with all his strength and heartiness, how many times can he have in his life?

This kind of opponent, only in his heyday, died at his own hands, is worthy of his own nostalgia.

Hopefully, the next time I see him, there will not be such a big gap in strength.

......

Behind Duan Qing, there were still sluggish and numb scattered cultivators and outer disciples, who were silently collecting the corpses, and Duan Qing's figure was so lonely, dragging the seriously injured and dying bodies of the three people, crossing the city, entering the southern city, and coming to the door of the house. He had no intention of calling the carriages, for he thought that even if the brothers did not survive, they would bring them back by themselves, and he did not see the unavoidable expressions of the coachmen.

In the secret room, Duan Qing checked their injuries and took out the pills, he always had a lot of pills on his body, probably because there was a real lack of them on the garbage star, no matter what time he was, he would carry as many pills and charms as possible on his body.

Using a silver needle to remove the blood and stagnant water on the top of the fly's head, connecting the broken bones on the back of the intestines and legs, pulling out Lan Hongyuan's knife, looking at the three of them naked and dying, Duan Qing took all his net worth, turned around and went out, and walked into the nearest pill pharmacy.

"Boss, the dressing for external injuries, the healing medicine for internal injuries, the bone continuation pill, the Tongluo pill, the recovery pill, the qi pill, the wound cleaning tool, how much, how much. ”

Duan Qing walked into the store, while talking, he took out the spirit stones, and put a pile on the counter, the shopkeeper trotted over, looked at the pile of spirit stones with surprise on his face, and then said with a slightly gloomy expression: "I'm sorry, the inventory of this store has been sold out, do you see if it's the next one..."

"Huh!" Duan Qingyi lifted the collar of the middle-aged boss, pointed to the counter and said, "Don't I give money!"

"It's not about the money, it's about selling out. The boss nodded hurriedly and said with a look of embarrassment.

Duan Qing let go of the boss, opened the curtain and walked in, they were two strangers, it can be said that they had never seen each other, and before Duan Qing could speak, the two put down the tea bowl and said: "Indeed, I have all the goods here, you want to buy it, go to the next one!"

Duan Qing turned his head to leave, and he could clearly hear the laughter coming from behind him.

walked a street, entered the main city, and walked in, Duan Qing didn't wait to speak, the boss trotted over and said: "This guest officer, I'm really sorry, Xiao Lao'er has a good business today, all the inventory is sold out, you see..."

Next.

"I'm sorry..."

Next one.

"Oh, guest officer, you're late..."

At noon, by evening, Duan Qing had already walked through all the pill pharmacies, their statements were different, but the results were the same, he was holding a lot of spirit stones, and he didn't buy a single pill.

Under normal circumstances, the injuries of the three of them could be recovered with the purest energy in the spirit stone, but now, they were so weak that they seemed to be able to kill with a fly swatter, and they couldn't withstand the pure power of the spirit stone at all, and only the pills that neutralized all kinds of violent and toxic amounts were their life-saving weapons.

However, Duan Qing didn't buy a single pill.

"Boss, let's take a look at a good knife..."

"I'm sorry guest officer, the knives in our store have been booked, it's really..."

"Boss, come on a dress. ”

"I'm sorry..."

"Boss, come two buckets of rice. ”

"Get out, don't sell!"

"Smack!"

"Oh, you dare to hit me, little rabbit cub, you don't inquire, Lao Tzu is a miscellaneous servant under the Tianlan Sect, ouch... Bang!"

"Master, do you sell your vegetables?"

"Young man, it's getting late, I'm sending you. Hey, young man, you can't do it with such a big gold ingot, you can't do it!"

The rickety old man tried hard to chase after him, but where could he still see the young man, muttering that he had met a good person, and the rickety body picked up the flat shoulder, turned around and walked home.

A bundle of dark green spinach was Duan Qing's harvest for a whole afternoon, and he finally understood what the problem was at this time, but he didn't say anything, and took out his small Dan furnace, the broken Samadhi True Fire, and refined the initial pill.

Soon succeeded, fed, and fed them some spinach porridge respectively, Duan Qing sat down next to the three of them, gently sorted out the injury on his right arm, the effect of the medicine in his body had been exhausted, at this time the wound was in the recovery stage, itchy and numb, and the pain followed, he could bear it, but looking at the three of them dying, he really couldn't bear it.

Is the initial elixir effective? The answer is yes, but it is not enough to reverse the injuries of the three of them, and they have not even recovered at all, at most they are just hanging for their lives and not dying of breath.

For their Jindan stage body, the amount of pills does not play an absolute role at all, and taking too much will play a role in drug resistance.

Night after night, day after day...

Duan Qing tried again and again, but he couldn't buy any pills, neither in terms of materials nor in terms of life, but he could buy green vegetables, and only green vegetables.

During this period, Duan Qing suffered countless assassinations, and those people were haunted around like ghosts, missing a blow and disappearing immediately.

Duan Qing's sword, except for the storm sword and the flying sword that could not be used, was consumed by assassinations again and again, and only half of the steel sword could be used.

He knew that this was the other party's way of consumption, and they hated that they couldn't even let themselves not even have a complete piece of clothing, but as long as they were not on the verge of death, the Storm Sword and the Flying Sword must not be used, otherwise it would be the moment to suffer a fatal blow immediately.

One night.

The black burqa played a considerable protective role at night, avoiding all the killers who were ambushed, lurking in the tavern where the intestines used to work, but everywhere in the eye, everything was smashed except for the plaques outside, wine jars, tables and chairs, knives for killing cattle and sheep...

Duan Qing silently came to the tattered counter, and the old shopkeeper sat on the half-missing chair, steadily, silently staring at the young man under the pitch-black burqa in front of him.

"Old shopkeeper, bring me a knife. The young man said.

The old shopkeeper said in a dry voice: "You have already seen the situation here, don't you give up, Duan Qing." ”

"I want to try again. "The young man is not loud and his voice is very smooth.

"This is the last knife I have in my life, I have never used it, it is called choice. The old shopkeeper's hand swept across the broken counter, and when he landed on the ground, a two-foot short knife appeared on the table, except that the scabbard was black and dull, and the steel mouth was passable, there was no meaning of a magic weapon.

"I see. The young man clasped his fists and saluted, and took his leave.

Looking at the tall and thin figure that disappeared in the night, the old shopkeeper did not drink, his wine was smashed, but he laughed as if he was drunk, and gradually became crazy, and finally the moment he walked out of the door, he dropped a fire fold, and the tavern was on fire.

Since then, no one has seen the shopkeeper again.

......

Another night, Duan Qing didn't wear makeup, he wore his usual clothes, kicked open the door of a pill pharmacy, and walked in, the counter was empty, and the warehouse behind him was so clean that he couldn't even see a grain of mouse droppings.

One after another, all the same.

Back at Nancheng's home, looking at the increasingly sallow and emaciated faces of the three of them, Duan Qing** finally made a decision with the choice knife in his hand.

Early the next morning, Duan Qing went to the car dealer and rented a carriage, the answer was no, but it could be sold, Duan Qing happily agreed.

"Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones. The boss of the car dealership said with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Why don't you grab it?" Duan Qing narrowed his eyes, and the boss smiled: "Don't move your liver, I know yours, once the secret realm was explored by you, there must be 10,000 spirit stones, I can't help it." ”

Duan Qing looked at the boss and engraved his expression in his mind, these triangular eyes, yellowed front teeth, and a soybean-sized mole next to his nose, and then paid 10,000 spirit stones, dragged the carriage back to Nancheng, put on the horses, and tied the other horses behind the carriage, carried the three of them to the carriage, glanced back at the small courtyard in Nancheng, locked the door, and led the horse out of the city.

At this time, the Ethereal City was still in the lockdown period, and it was only allowed to go out, not enter.

On both sides of the street, I don't know who it was, they were holding colorful flags and waving wreaths in their hands, as if they were celebrating something.

At the gate of the city, Xiaoyao Xiaopei stood on top of the city gate, looking down at the road below, the folding fan in his hand was flapping rhythmically, chatting and laughing with a few well-dressed companions beside him, and from time to time he pointed out the country.

"Yo, look, isn't this Duan Qing?" Xiaoyao Xiaopei pretended to be surprised.

"Who is Duan Qing?" someone next to him chimed in.

Xiaoyao Xiaopei shook his head and said: "You don't even know him? The secret realm task I released was completed by him, that guy, but even the wall tiles demolished an entire wall for me, and later killed hundreds of people in my family, or the little fairy of the Feiyun Sect supported him, isn't this? A few days ago, I also got a fart and a knife from him, do you remember?"

"He's him, he's very majestic. It's just, now it looks like he's going to leave, what's going on?"

"I don't know!" Xiaopei shrugged his shoulders, and the crowd laughed.

In the crowd, Xiao Lin shed tears, the package in her hand was pinched tightly, but she didn't dare to step forward at all, she got the order from the supervisor on the day of the incident, once she helped, there was no body.

Zhang Xiaowan's fate is still vivid, the key is the parents at home...

Xiao Lin gritted her teeth, only hating herself for not being able to do anything.

"Whoosh!"

A figure suddenly flew up the city wall, so frightened that Xiaopei jumped down on the spot, and the corners of the other sons and daughters raised their heads and looked down: "What's the matter? What do you want."

？”

"Bang bang bang!"

Three kicks out, and three figures flew out of the city gate, smashing to the ground in a wail.

"If I come back, kill your whole family!"

Duan Qing pointed to Xiaoyao Xiaopei and said, then jumped off the city gate, picked up the carriage, and left without looking back.

"Cut!" Xiaoyao Xiaopei's pale face gradually turned bloody, pulled up a few sons and brothers next to him, and continued to talk and laugh.

"Lowly loose cultivation, cattle what, that is, run fast, otherwise Lao Tzu..."

"Hmph! This world is still the world of our family sect after all!"

"That's not it, a casual cultivator still wants to make trouble, wait a few more lifetimes!"

"Hahaha..."

"Huh!" Xiaoyao Xiaopei opened the folding fan and looked at Lin Ranjie with a strange look, "Do you think it's over when he leaves this city? No! Absolutely not! This is just the beginning, hahaha..."

Looking at the arrogant boys, and then looking at the lonely figure, Lin Ranjie shook his head secretly, it's good if this son doesn't come back, once he comes back, I'm afraid that the entire Ethereal City will be turned upside down!

It is said that as the deputy hall master of the hall, he will not have this feeling, a casual cultivator, if he dies, he will die, that is, he will die.

However, after a head-to-head confrontation, as a monk, Lin Ranjie, this feeling became deeper and deeper.